Kyla Leeson looked down at the cigarette in her hand in total disbelief. One moment, she was in her physics class (totally drawn into the teacher's lesson, being the type of geek she was) and the next, she was in one of the restroom stalls, sitting on the toilet, smoking.
She felt disgusted by it. She had never smoked in her life. Why would she?
But it wasn't just the cigarette that made her look on with disbelief. It was also what happened to herself. She was no longer a "she". And she was also no longer a geek.
She stood up from the toilet and opened the stall door. In the mirror over the sinks, she got a good look at her new self. Black spiky hair, pale skin, some piercings, black eyeliner, a spiked collar, a black T-shirt, some tattoos, black jeans, and (after looking down at herself) black military lace-up boots. She had the general appearance of one of those gothic boys. But why? Why was this happening to her?
"This is your principal," a voice suddenly said, over the PA system. "I have received reports of school-wide student disturbances and unrest. While we sort this out, I am ordering all students to gather their things and report to their designated homerooms immediately. No lingering in the halls, no discussions."
Kyla wanted to do as the principal asked. But she also didn't want anyone to see her like this.
